Chapter 12 - Dating

You know, it's amazing but you never really see most of a person's tongue. Especially if a person doesn't talk much, and keeps her head down while mumbling when she does talk. Anne was amazed. No one could see the stud through her tongue. No one could see what a little whore she was. It did change Anne though. Not that she realized it. But she was now reticent to talk to anyone, about anything. She became very deferential to others. If you don't disagree with someone, you don't have to talk as much.

Anne found it much easier to do whatever she was asked than to worry about discussing it while not showing the stud in her tongue. Anne's parents were happy too. Anne had turned her life around. And most parents find a deferential kid to be quite a pleasure. Anne did as she was asked, and never was any trouble. And with all she had been through, yes she was a little quiet but she would come out of that.

Meanwhile Anne was totally confused. Every morning as she played with herself she felt the rings in her body. Oh god what a whore she was. Just look at her. Not even a whore had rings in her tits, much less her pussy and clit.

But she couldn't help herself. She would pull on the rings. First the ones in her tits, and then the one in her clit. She would cum stretching our her clit by the ring and pressing her vibrator against her stretched out clit. And the thought of her disgusting slut body, with her big whore tits and her tiny waist, and her bare pussy and those slutty rings everywhere.

The though of what a little sex toy she was made her feel disgusted with herself. She was such a scummy little tramp. Oh god, how could she be so slutty. And with these images in her head she would cum and cum and cum. Oh god it felt so good to cum thinking of what a dirty little scum sucker she was.

And then, after relaxing from the cum, Anne would hate herself. How could she have gotten off on being such a whore. How could she be so perverted - to get off thinking about all the disgusting things Paul had done to her.

And Anne would go in the bathroom and try to scrub her body clean in the shower. But no matter how hard she scrubbed, she couldn't remove the fact that she was a dirty little whore.

And then, after she shit, she would give herself an enema. It wasn't even a Paul thing anymore. After several months, Anne just didn't feel clean without an enema. It was a natural part of cleaning herself in the morning. So every morning Anne was clean inside and out.

And after the enema, the butt plug went in. Anne had tried not wearing it one day. But she felt so empty without it. She had to have it. Yes only a whore would wear a butt plug everywhere. And it was a constant reminder of what a dirty little slut she had become. But she had to have it. So Anne would put it in and try not to think of what it meant. But she knew. She knew it meant that she was Paul's dirty little tramp. Because she had to have the butt plug in her ass. Not because Paul told her, but because she needed it.

But she had been free from Paul. Free for several months. And she had started to have her own will again. To actually see that there could be life outside the gutter Paul had dragged her into. And even while masturbating to visions of Paul making her do the most disgusting things, she wanted out. Anne wanted a normal life.

Anne's father's order that she couldn't date Paul still held. But Paul would tell her to meet him this weekend. She knew he would. She had to find a way out. And then it happened. Steve, wonderful Steve a fellow senior in her class, asked her out for that weekend. That was it. If she had a date with Steve she couldn't go out with Paul.

So Anne asked her father if she could date Steve on Saturday. Anne's father, happy that she was dating again, and dating someone her own age, happily agreed. And so on Tuesday, Anne accepted Steve's invitation. Little did she know, Paul had talked to Steve after Anne's Birthday party.

"Well, since we're going to go out, how about a kiss right now to show me what kind of kiss I can expect Saturday night?" Steve asked Anne.

"O--Oh okay," said Anne. After all that she had done, a kiss was no big deal. And beside, Anne just wasn't used to disagreeing with anyone anymore. She turned her head up to Steve.

Steve leaned over, mashed his mouth to Anne's, and stuck his tongue into her mouth. Yes, yes he could feel it. That Paul guy hadn't been shitting him. The bitch did have a post in her tongue. Jesus Christ - what a slut. This was going to be good.

"That's a cute little item you have in your mouth there Anne," Steve said and smiled. "Got any others on the rest of you?"

Anne froze. Oh no she had forgotten about that. He had felt it with his tongue. What must he think. WHAT HAD HE JUST ASKED? Oh no, this couldn't be happening. "Wh-what did you say?"

"Stick out your tongue," Steve said as he pulled her mouth open. Anne sat there as he held her mouth open. 'No, please god don't let this be happening,' she thought.

Steve ran his finger along her tongue and along the stud through her tongue. "Do you have any others" DO YOU?" he demanded.

"Ye-ye-yes, I guess so," Anne stammered.

"WHERE?" Steve demanded.

"I-I-in my breasts," Anne whispered back, with her eyes downcast.

"How beautiful they must look," Steve replied.

"Beautiful?" - Anne was confused. How could he say beautiful. Those rings were the mark of a whore.

"Please beautiful Anne, please don't wear a bra tomorrow. I want to see those beautiful rings in your breasts. Tell me you won't wear a bra tomorrow."

Anne was totally confused. He was calling her beautiful. He didn't think she was a slut. He was so wonderful. Oh yes this was so wonderful. Anne felt like flying. It was all going to be ok.

"Will you Anne?" Steve asked.

"Will I what?" she asked quietly.

"Will you "not" wear a bra tomorrow - so I can see those beautiful rings?"

"Not if you don't want me to," Anne whispered.

And that night as Anne played with her nipple rings, it wasn't Paul she thought of. It was Steve. Beautiful kind Steve who thought her rings were beautiful.

And the next morning Anne dressed, without a bra. Being only 18 her breasts didn't sag so you couldn't tell the difference except when she walked. But she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt so even then it wasn't real obvious.

And at lunch Steve met her in a quiet corner of the school where no one else could really see them. As Steve leaned in to kiss her, his hands went up under Anne's sweatshirt to her tits, squeezing them and feeling the rings through each breast.

"Oh Anne, they feel even more beautiful than I imagined," he said.

Anne just shuddered in his arms. His hands felt so good on her tits. Loving caring hands that thought her rings were beautiful. Oh god yes, this was the way it was supposed to be. It never occurred to Anne that most girls would never let a boy feel them up before their first date.

Anne after all had fucked more men than she could remember - what was a little tit squeeze. God what a hot little whore thought Steve. I grab her tits and she loves it.

This Paul guys is right about her. Ok, I guess I'll try his suggestion. "I bought you a present my beautiful Anne," he said. "You're much too beautiful to be wearing a baggy old sweatshirt like that. Here, here's a sweater I bought for you."

Anne opened the box and gasped. It was beautiful. And there was a gold chain in there too. Oh god how did she get so lucky. Anne threw her arms around Steve and hugged him. "Thank you - it's so beautiful."

"Put it on now," he said.

"Now?" Anne asked.

"Yes, you would look much prettier in it. Don't you like it?" he asked looking hurt.

"Yes, yes I'll put it on now. Let me go change," Anne said starting to get up.

"You promise," Steve asked. "You promise you'll come out wearing the sweater and chain?"

"Yes I promise," Anne replied all excited. What a wonderful gift.

Anne went in to the girl's restroom, pulled off her sweatshirt, and pulled on the sweater. Oh no, Steve had made a mistake. The sweater fit most of her body fine. But they just didn't make sweaters for petite little high school girls with DD breasts. Her tits stretched the sweater out obscenely.

With no bra it was real obvious. You could see her tits through the weave of the sweater. Especially with the weave pulled widely open by her humongous tits. This was obscene. Everyone would look at her tits and know she was a whore. She couldn't wear this.

And then Anne noticed the chain. It wasn't a necklace as she had thought. At each end of the chain was a clasp. And each clasp was around a ring identical to the ones in her tits. No, he couldn't mean that. But it was pretty clear he did. She couldn't wear this.

And Steve wouldn't want her to. No, he made a mistake. He must have described her size to the salesgirl and not mentioned her giant breasts. Yes, she would just explain the mistake to him.

Anne put her sweatshirt back on and went out to tell Steve. Steve looked upset to Anne. Oh god, I promised him. I have to explain. Oh no, please don't be mad Steve. Please don't, she thought.

"What is this? What happened to your promise?" Steve asked.

"I-i-it-t doesn't fit," Anne whimpered. "Its t-to-too tight across my chest."

"Oh? So this is how you repay me for a gift like that? This is how you keep your promises? I thought you were better than that Anne. I guess not," Steve said looking real upset.

"No-no Steve, you don't understand. I love the gift. I really do. It's just that it doe---"

"Then go put it on - right now like you promised. Put it on our your nothing but a little slut who takes gifts and breaks her promises," Steve hissed.

"No, no, I'm not a whore. I'll wear the sweater," Anne said, tears streaming down her eyes. She couldn't let him think she was a slut. She just couldn't. And she got up to go back to the bathroom to change.

"And Anne, don't forget the chain. It goes from ring around your neck, to the other ring. You promised that too," he reminded her.

Anne nodded as she got up, carrying her package back to the bathroom. She pulled off her sweatshirt and grabbed the chain. She would show Steve that she wasn't a slut. She would keep her promise. She would make him think of her as beautiful again.

Anne clipped one end of the chain to her left tit ring. She then put it around her neck and reached for the right tit ring. But it wouldn't reach. It was 2" too short. Oh my god - it was too short. She couldn't tell Steve - not again.

Maybe if she pulled. Yes it got closer. Oh god that hurt. That hurt a lot and it was still an inch away. This wouldn't work. She could just tell him and he - oh god no - she would have broken her promise again. She would be just a slut to him.

She couldn't go back to that. She didn't want to be a slut anymore. She wanted a normal life. Steve was treating her like a normal girl. He told her she was beautiful. He didn't drag her into the gutter. She couldn't throw that away.

Anne closed her eyes and pulled. OH GOD IT HURT SO MUCH. IT FELT LIKE HER NIPPLES WERE GOING TO BE RIPPED OFF. There, there she could connect it. With a shaking hand Anne connected the chain and let go.

Anne stood there staring at herself in the mirror with tears streaming down her cheeks, shaking in pain. But she had done it. She had kept her promise. She wasn't a slut - she wasn't.

Anne didn't realize how much she had changed. Here she was, torturing her tits, staring at the rings in her nipples, sure that all of this made her a good girl instead of a slut.

As the pain started to deaden her nerves, Anne pulled on the sweater. And the pain made her forget how obscene the sweater made her look. There, she had done it. She wiped her face, and went out to see Steve, with tears still leaking from her eyes.

Steve almost came in his pants. Her tits looked like they were about to explode from the sweater. And it hid nothing. There were those gorgeous tits on display for all to see. And that chain pulling them up. God that looked so nice.

And she was crying. Boy that chain must hurt. Look at how it was stretching her nipples. Boy that Paul guy had been right. What a little slut. He couldn't wait till their date Saturday night.

"I-it hurts Steve. It hurts. Its too short" Anne whimpered. "Please, please can I--"

"Such pretty girl," he replied. "You look so beautiful. And you kept you promise. You are really something special."

"Am I?" Anne asked. "Oh thank you."

At that point the bell rang. "Time for history," Steve said grabbing Anne's arm and pulling her to class.

So for the rest of the day Anne's tits were on full display. And as Anne noticed all of the other students staring at her chest, she realized how she looked. And she heard the whispers "whore", "slut", "cow", "bitch."

Oh god, she did look like a whore. The other girls didn't look like this. No one else dressed like this. She did look like a whore. She was a whore. No, that was before. She wasn't a whore anymore. She wasn't. Steve thinks she is beautiful. She can't be a whore, she can't be.

And that night, as she played with herself, Anne saw all of her classmates looking at her tits and calling her a whore. And she came and came with that image in her mind.

Thursday she met Steve for lunch again.

"You are so beautiful Anne. And you were so special for me yesterday.

Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome," Anne whispered in reply. She had not expected to be thanked.

"Tell me, do you have any other rings my beautiful one?"

Anne looked down and whispered, "Yes."

"Where? Tell me where."

"On-on my pussy. On my pussy and my clit," Anne whispered staring at the floor. Oh god, now he would know she was a slut for sure.

"Oh they must be beautiful. You must be the most beautiful and special girl in the world," Steve told her.

Beautiful, he called them beautiful. And he called her special. Oh he was so good to her.

"Let me feel them," he asked.

"Okay, Steve," Anne said spreading her legs. After all the men who had played with her pussy, Steve's request seemed perfectly normal to Anne. God he thought - she is an absolute slut. Letting me touch her pussy right here in the schoolyard. And he slipped his hand down under her skirt.

Anne shuddered as Steve played with her rings. God, she might cum right here. It felt so good. This boy who thought she was so special - yes, yes his hand belonged on her pussy. Anne reached around Steve and hugged him as he played with her.

"I have something for your pussy rings," he said. "I want you to wear them for the rest of the day." And Steve then pulled out some 5 lb. weights and attached one to each ring.

Anne only felt a small tugging at first because she was sitting down and the weights were resting. It felt almost as though Steve was still playing with her rings.

"Will you leave them on until tomorrow at lunch?" he asked.

"Yes Steve, yes I'll leave them on. They feel like your hands and it's wonderful," she replied. Then the bell rang and they stood up.

Anne almost fell from the pain. Oh my god, her cunt was being ripped off of her body. Her clit was on fire. Oh god no. And Anne reached for her pussy to lift the weights.

"No Anne, you can't walk around with your hand on your pussy. Some of the people here might think you were a slut then. We don't want that do we Anne?" Steve asked.

"No-no Steve," Anne said with tears streaming from her eyes. "Can I - can you remove them - please?"

"No dear Anne, they make your rings more beautiful. Now when I look at you I know you are even more special. I can't take that beauty away. Not till tomorrow."

And so Anne spent the rest of the day in pain whenever she was on her feet. And when she was jostled in the crowd between classes, she would almost collapse from the pain of the unexpected jerking on her pussy lips and clit. It hurt so much. But Steve said she was special - that the weights made her special. So it was okay.

Friday she met Steve for lunch again. He kissed her and removed the weights. Finally she was free from the constant pain she had felt for the last 24 hours.

"Oh thank you Steve. Thank you so very much," Anne said. He had stopped the pain - oh god he was so wonderful for stopping the pain.

"Are you my special girl?" Steve asked.

HIS SPECIAL GIRL? "YES, oh yes I'm your special girl," Anne replied breathless.

"Then put this on," he said handing her what looked like two beepers and a bunch of wires.

"What? How? W-wh--?" Anne said looking confused.

"Clip one of the wires to each of your rings. And clips the packs to your skirt," Steve told her.

Anne went into the bathroom again and attached it. It all hid nicely under he clothes and it didn't hurt. She wondered what it was but Steve wanted it and everything fit nicely. She walked on out to see him. As she neared him, Steve held up a little box, smiled, and pressed a button. Suddenly Anne's tits and pussy were on fire. She fell to the ground and reached for her tits. Then, as fast as it started, it stopped.

"Its this little box special Anne," Steve told her. "Every time I press the button, you get a little shock."

Steve couldn't be doing this to her. This was wrong. "It hurts Steve, it hurts really bad. I need to take it off," she said.

"No my little whore, it stays on."

He couldn't mean - WHAT HAD HE JUST CALLED HER. "Wha-what did you just say?" Anne asked.

"I just said it stays on your little whore body SLUT," Steve stated.

"But I-I'm not a whore. You told me that I'm special, that I---"

"You're my special little whore. Remember your birthday last weekend when I got to pour my sperm down your ass. You were a special whore then."

NO THIS COULDN'T BE HAPPENING. She wasn't going to be a whore anymore. "No, no, no more, please, no more."

"Fine, you tell your daddy that your not going out with the boy you've been talking about all week. And I'll tell him its because you've been acting too slutty. Hell I'll show him pictures from your ass-fuck gang-bang at your birthday. Think he'll enjoy seeing what a slut you are."

Oh god no, this couldn't be happening. The bell rang. And Anne no longer had a chance to go remove the wires. For the rest of the afternoon Steve would shock her. Never for too long. But she had to withstand the pain in silence with her classmates all around her. Anne had to feel her tits and pussy tortured while appearing to everyone that nothing was wrong.

And then came Saturday night. Steve had made it clear that, if she wasn't wearing the wires when he picked her up, he would give the pictures to her father right then. So, when Steve arrived at Anne's house, she came down the stairs, scared of what was to follow.

As Anne came up to him, Steve pushed the button for a split second. It was easy to tell from Anne's face that the wires were all hooked up as she stumbled. Steve caught her.

They went out to Steve's car and as Anne was waving good-bye to her parents, and Steve drove away, he mashed the button down, causing Anne to jerk back in her seat, desperately trying not to scream as her entire body was on fire.

And then they arrived - Steve had brought her to Paul's house.